Prologue
September 22nd
Years of mindless research had turned out to be child's play compared to what William Birkin had now perfected. He had intended for it to become the world's most powerful biological weapon, the most devastating substance ever introduced to man kind…it was to be superior to the primitive Tyrant-Virus in everyway…this new G-Virus…the God Virus…
However, he had never thought that in the end he would become his own experiment. The G-Virus was capable of turning its host into the most powerful being imaginable. When death occurs in a human, new cells are still reproduced and that was what the T-Virus played on. The new, improved and enhanced G-Virus provoked rapid cellular multiplication and a never-ending chain of mutation in the host. That was what made it the most powerful biological weapon imaginable: it made its host immortal.
But again, William Birkin had never imagined that he would become his own experiment… his own company had betrayed him, and he could do nothing now but wait to die in a pool of his own blood, while the agents stole his life's work.
Too entranced with his own destructive behavior, Birkin had neglected to hear the muffled sounds of footsteps and brief conversation outside his lab underneath Raccoon City. It was already too late, as the cold air from the passageways outside froze through his private lab.
"It's sheer perfection…my precious G-Virus…no one will ever take you away from me," He stared down at the numerous samples of the G-Virus, alongside a duplicate number of T-Virus samples. All he had to do now was load in the anti virus…
But it was too late. The cold air pinched at his neck and in that very instant William Birkin realized that everything he had worked for was about to come to an end. In a heartbeat he slammed shut the case that housed the samples and turned to run, but instead did nothing more than knock over his station chair. Two armed men entered his lab and on instinct William reached for his gun.
"There he is…" one of the men said, holding his rifle steady at the doctor. William felt sweat forming on his brow and lip, and slowly he took a step back, still aiming at the men with an uneasy caution. The grip on his work became tighter and his heart rate picked up steadily…silently praying for Annette, his wife, to distract the men long enough for him to escape, William muttered to the men words of anger.
"So you've finally come,"
"Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample…" the men moved forward, still holding their aim steady. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever go down this easy, and Umbrella had highly underestimated him if they thought so as well…
"Sorry, but I wont just hand over my life's work…" slowly backing up still, he felt something against his shoulder and then-
-gunfire? No…just a canister that I-
And then rapid sharp pains plummeted through him like a raging fire that he couldn't extinguish. Tearing through his right shoulder and lower chest, William could feel each bullet slap into his skin and pierce his insides. The pain was extreme but the undying love for his G-Virus kept him hanging on long enough to grasp the situations unfolding events.
"Stop it!" and then gunfire stopped, "You might hit the sample." And then they were ascending upon him, uncaring in every way. They knelt down to him, where he was still grasping the sterile case, and they took it from him, "That's it alright…okay, lets move out!"
And then they were leaving, and William couldn't stop them. Instead, he lie slumped over against his work station, bleeding to death. And the anger, the furious pain that washed through him…he had nearly forgotten that he still carried one last sample in his coat pocket…he wouldn't lose after all.
But before he could react, the lab door opened again but this time to a familiar voice and face.
"William…!"
It was Annette, only seconds too late…would she be able to help him in time? Should he leave the responsibility of the G-Virus with his wife… Never, Annette had been nothing but incompetent and he would never leave his most precious belonging with such a fragile being. He was the only person who could handle the power that this substance possessed.
"Oh my…hold on darling, I'm taking care of that bullet wound first." And in that same instant that the words left her lips she was gone again. William stood to his feet, slowly, and dragged his bleeding side along the lab station until he reached an empty syringe. Loading the G-Virus capsule into the chamber, he held the needle to his arm and squeezed…
Slowly, all consciousness faded and he slumped over and let the virus work its way throughout him. William shut his eyes and felt his heart beat slow down and come to an erratic stop… He had began to turn the wheels of destruction, and nothing would ever stop them…
…nothing could prepare them for the onslaught that would follow…
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To Be Continued…